"Boom!"

A huge sound wave, as if the heavens and the earth were shattering.

A pillar of light soared into the sky.

If the rainbow runs through the sun, if the dragon ascends to the abyss.

In an instant, the entire sky was pierced.

The dazzling light even eclipsed the flame serpent that connected the heavens and the earth.

In an angry roar, the flaming serpent flicked its tail violently, coiling tightly as if it were facing a great enemy.

The blue flames quickly turned into snake letters, swirling and dancing, huddled around the bloody mouth.

And the red eyes, like a hungry wolf, stared at the bright pillar of light, stared at it, and slowly dispersed.

Suddenly, it turned into thousands of streamers and swept towards itself.

At that moment, the entire battlefield fell silent.

Whether it's struggling, shouting, fighting, or fleeing...... Everyone, looking up at the sky, looking at the moment that shines in the world.

There was a fierce roar, coming from the mighty land overhead, like the war song of the gods, played at the moment they set out on the march.

Kazama raised his feathers, was startled, and finally came back to his senses.

looked around blankly, but there was still a half-way figure.

On the empty underground square, only the bleak moonlight spilled leisurely from the torn dome, as if it was a stage after the end of a drama, bleak and lonely.

The mood gradually calmed down, and although the doubts in his heart were jumping vigorously like a kangaroo, Kazama did not chase after him immediately.

His eyebrows tightened, and he quickly looked towards the place where the creator had been.

Then, the silver flashed and swept straight down.

There, there were dark holes, lying quietly on the square.

That's where Kazama Takeha was once thrown down by someone.

"Whew-"

With a whistling, the silver glow quickly disappeared into the mouth of the cave.

The sloping stone walls are unusually smooth, so you don't have to worry about hurting your skin due to friction.

It's just that the coolness in the original impression, at this moment, seems to reveal a little bit of warmth.

It seems that even this stone wall has begun to become agitated in the flames of war.

It's just that at this moment, Kazama is not in the mood to enjoy this warmth.

"Bump!"

the ground.

In the soft impact, Kazama raised his head quickly, and when he saw it, it happened to be the most familiar face.

The silver-haired and silver-robed boy was as safe as a dream, and the sleeping boy was still lying quietly on the simple little bed.

Looking straight ahead, it was like looking at a sleeping child, and a strange feeling came over his heart from the wind and feathers.

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise a strange arc, but before this arc could spread, it turned into a short howl.

"Ahh

The body, but unconsciously jumped up.

Hot.

The scorching heat of terror.

The scorching air, as if it was about to scorch people, boiled quietly.

"Nourish...... Zizi ......"

Something, the sound of melting, came from the ears.

A little, a little.

It's like, the skin is corroding, it's like, the hair, it's being scorched.

The sleeping boy's face, which had been peaceful, suddenly began to become distorted.

It is an instinctive twitch of the nervous system after receiving a stimulus signal.

Kazama raised his feathers, was slightly stunned, and suddenly thought of something, and suddenly looked back.

Then, I saw the slowly melting, the walls, the gradually slumping, the iron gates, and the red, warm, dazzling like the setting sun...... Magma.

I didn't have time to think about it, and I didn't need to think about it, at that moment, Kazama Takeba's head suddenly became very clear, and even his actions were a lot sharper.

The figure squirmed rapidly, and in an instant turned into a silver glow, and drilled towards the sleeping boy.

However, it bumped into it......

It was like an overly warm hug, and in the already hot enough air, it seemed particularly unwelcome.

Kazama frowned slightly, however, at this moment, there was no time for him to complain, only the crimson magma, little by little, seeped in from outside the wall, and even the whole room began to crumble.

Then, at last, it collapsed as if overwhelmed.

"Boom la la ......"

The roof, accompanied by gravel, slammed down, and Kazama struggled to straighten his waist and protect the silver-haired boy under him.

The power of the mind exploded in an instant.

For a while, the gravel rolled, and the smoke and dust filled the air.

In the smoke and dust, there was the gravel that was constantly piled up, and in the continuous impact, it was tightly piled together.

It turned into a thick wall, isolating the crimson magma.

Only the dull-looking teenager remained, looking around blankly.

It's like an ant, snooping on the whole world.

However, what he spied was not the prosperity of smoke and rain, nor the original Sensen Castle, but the overwhelming, magma.

Looking around, the eyes are red.

The endless magma, as if it were a vast ocean, slowly wriggling.

Constantly expanding, constantly rising, like a never-ending tide, between the ebb and flow, slowly melting everything around.

The scorching waves of air slapped head-on, with the heat of tearing the skin, but the wind raised the feathers, but suddenly shivered.

At that moment, he saw the tunnel that had been carved by Yaoyao, the corridor that connected the unknown project dug by the orcs.

Countless magma, tumbling and roaring, poured out of that tiny hole, as if thousands of demons had returned from hell and vowed to swallow the whole world alive.

In my ears, Yaoyao's unintentional words suddenly sounded, "I don't know what to do with the tunnel project dug by Dasikong...... Now, Kazama finally knew, perhaps, he should have known a long time ago...... But......

"Boom!"

A dull loud bang came from the ground.

Kazama raised his head suddenly, and his heart "chuckled", and an ominous premonition quickly flooded in his heart.

But in his heart, the difficult mantra suddenly sounded.

"Look at the nose, look at the nose and mouth, look at the heart with the mouth, hold the yuan and keep one, turn the heaven and the earth into the invisible, live forever and see for a long time, and establish all things in the natal ......"

The light, slowly wriggling, little by little, as if melted by the scorching air, gradually softened.

Then, slowly, it infiltrated the body called "Kazama Rising Feather".

Light, converging in an instant.

Suddenly, it turned into a loud shout and burst out.

"Armor mode, activate!"

The pitch-black armor had just had time to emerge from the dimensional bubble before it quickly spread out.

In an instant, it turned into a black streamer and rose to the sky.

Straight, unavoidable, towards the pitch-black dome.

There, the pitch-black rocks were slowly crumbling along with the ancient castle.

To the sea of magma, and to the dark Creator.

The power of the mind, in an instant, rushed, turned into sharp claws, and stabbed fiercely into the rock wall above his head.

Hold your breath and exert yourself.

Then, suddenly, it was torn.

"Quack...... Click...... Boom ......"

The rock wall is shattered and decayed.

In the cracking, there was a jet-black streamer, like an arrow from the string, stabbing into it fiercely.

Overhead, towards the sky, toward the ground, purgatory, crimson!

"Quack——! Roar!! ”

A terrible scream, accompanied by a huge shock wave, swept over fiercely.

The pitch-black streamer had just rushed out of the ground, and before it could stand firmly, it was thrown straight out.

Trying to stabilize his figure, Kazama raised his eyes to look, but those silver eyes suddenly froze.

It was as if petrified, motionless.

At that moment, he saw it, and saw that bright figure.

Huge, brilliant, standing straight among the starry and moon-like creators.

It's like an angel, and it's like a god.

So brilliant, so dazzling, so dazzling, almost impossible to look at.

There was an illusory shadow, shining through the blinding light.

In an instant, it turned into a vague shadow, high up, suspended in front of the flame serpent, suspended above everyone's heads.

The blood-dripping eyes, clear and glossy, the flame-like long hair, curled like clouds, and the delicate bare feet, condensed with bright blood beads, like bright gems, reflecting brilliant brilliance.

Kazama had always known that she was beautiful, but he never thought that she could be so beautiful.

It's so beautiful that you almost can't help it, and you want to cover your eyes to prevent the too bright glory from penetrating your heart.

She is the daughter of God, a descendant of God, and in the madness of the high heavens, a heavenly punishment is brewing.

There was a wind, silently began to burn, with it, a dead silence of scorching heat.

The huge flame serpent suddenly began to rage.

Like a dying trapped beast, in a cold cage, crying blood and roaring.

But the brilliant light was like a huge shackle, locking it up, no matter how it struggled, no matter how it resisted, it would be useless.

Only the clouds in the sky, in this violent roar, swirled and danced angrily.

The sky, which had been scorched by flames, became blurred, and large clouds began to wander rapidly and gather.

Even with it, the ruins on the ground slowly rose up.

Centered on the flame serpent and hundreds of creators, it slowly rotated, like a ruined rose, stubbornly blooming.

In the midst of the ruined roses, a faint chant sounded, as if angels came singing hymns.

"Look up at the vastness of the universe, gaze at the vast earth, when the flame comes with the light, at this moment, it is the end of sin...... Mystery Split! ”